My Lost Love

Etched on these brown stones  are

Relics of my lost love.

The pebbles the sand

I used to decorate one day

With my tender dreamy hand.

From deep amnesia I arise

And feel these vista again.

The blue vale, mountains, cliff

And the sound of waves.

I was here someday somehow

With all these music and colors.

Sound echos

Breeze blows

I can recognize my lost journey

My lost love.